Wonder

I wonder if he lives in the stars

Constantly looking down on us all

Watching our lives slowly unravel 

I wonder if he's still an artist

Who paints the sky in a kaleidoscope of colors

Just perfect enough for us to see the difference

I wonder if she still likes teddy bears

The creatures she still had conversations with, even in her dying days

The ones she called her friends when people just weren't enough

I wonder if clouds aren't what they seem

Not precipitation being gathered in the sky in random patterns

They're really his breath on a cold day

Actually her tears of joy that froze midair

Its funny how they still walk the earth

I wonder how I got here

I wonder how you are reading this

I wonder if you are real

I wonder if you can hear me now

Can you hear me now?

Author's Note

first poem in a while....

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am real, and i hear you---this makes me think of recent losses...people who were in my life for the extent of it...and now are glaringly missing.
j.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I hear you! Pain and grief and reaching to the sky for answers- so raw and heart-breaking. I wish you peace and comfort. Awesome poem.